Sunset Empire.
Andhofri State.
In an apartment near Lipbaco University.
"The Vajra Palm, upon mastery, could split bricks and crush stones, possessing immense power when used in unarmed combat."
A refined young man wearing a white-collar shirt and glasses shook his head as he looked at the yellowed book in his hand.
"Was ancient martial arts really so weak? Merely able to split bricks and crack stones? Were all those martial arts in novels fakes?"
The young man's name was Jett, an orphan whose hobby was martial arts novels. He loved the martial arts in martial arts novels and always believed that the martial arts in novels could really be practiced. However, more than ten years had passed, and it was all useless. Instead, he had become more like an ancient scholar through his practice.
Jett put down the book in his hand and began to recall the story of his life.
He was not originally from this world. He had accidentally traveled through time and come to this world, becoming an orphan. He had grown up peacefully for twenty years until he entered university.
Originally, he thought that copying songs or movies from his previous life could allow him to live comfortably for the rest of his life.
However, he later discovered that although they were both modern worlds, there were significant differences.
The countries from his previous life did not exist here; they had all been replaced by different empires.
For example, in terms of national conditions, his homeland in this world was called the Sunset Empire. This country did not have provinces; it only had states, and they were feudal states.
At this moment, the phone suddenly rang.
Jett picked it up and answered the call.
"Landon, what do you want?"
Landon was currently Jett's best friend.
"It's nothing much. I just have a package that arrived. Could you help me pick it up? I'm still outside dealing with something important."
"Got it. Bye."
As soon as Jett hung up the phone, he heard a knock on the door.
"It arrived so quickly."
Jett walked out and opened the door. He saw a bag on the ground and looked around, but the delivery person had already left.
"These delivery people are so capricious these days. Don't they confirm the recipient?"
Holding the bag, Jett closed the door and returned to his study to continue reading.
He threw the bag aside without paying attention to it.
While Jett was reading, he didn't notice that the bag was slowly flattening, as if something inside was evaporating.
As Jett continued reading, he felt his head becoming heavy, and his consciousness became hazy.
Thunk!
Suddenly, he collapsed onto the table.
At the same time, in his consciousness, the scriptures of the Vajra Palm appeared and began to change, seeming to become somewhat mystical from being ordinary. Finally, it took shape completely, seemingly becoming a new script.
At the same moment, the real Jett also began to change. His body started to lose weight rapidly, as if the fat was being sucked away by a mysterious force.
"Hungry..."
Jett suddenly opened his eyes and rushed to the kitchen. He stuffed food into his mouth as soon as he saw it.
He opened the fridge and took out a large basin of meat he had bought yesterday, intending to use it for making dumplings. He started eating it without caring whether it was raw or not.
Jett's body seemed to inflate like a balloon.
It wasn't just his stomach that was inflating; his entire body was uniformly expanding.
Finally, Jett recovered. He looked the same as before, yet also somewhat different.
"What... happened just now?"
Jett felt a bit confused as he touched his head and looked at the messy kitchen, seeming to recall something.
"I was reading the script, suddenly lost consciousness, and fell asleep. Then..."
And then there was no then. A passage of text appeared in his mind.
"Is this... the Vajra Palm?"
"It's so familiar!"
Jett subconsciously followed the instructions in the text and felt a strange change in his hands.
Rolling up his sleeves, he saw that his originally light yellow skin had turned golden, and his entire hands had swollen significantly.
Especially his hands, with clear tendons and lean muscles, they didn't look like fleshy palms but more like iron palms.
"Is this the Vajra Palm I imagined?"
When Jett read these scripts before, he would automatically imagine the scene of successful cultivation. And now, his hands were the same as the scene he had imagined when reading the Vajra Palm script.
Splitting stone tablets and crushing metal, gripping iron into mud!
The so-called stone tablet was a marble tablet, and the so-called metal referred to metallic substances.
The perfect Vajra Palm in his mind was not about splitting bricks but splitting stone tablets. The nature was vastly different.
"Grip iron into mud? Let me try."
Jett felt a bit eager to try it out. Even though he was usually a calm person, he felt a burning desire in his heart at this moment.
"I remember Landon bought two marble beads and left them here. He doesn't use them anymore, so let me take them out and try."
Returning to his room, Jett opened a drawer and took out two marble beads about the size of a baby's fist.
To confirm their hardness, he deliberately threw them against the wall. The beads were fine, but a tiny indentation appeared on the wall.
"Crush!"
Jett placed the beads in his golden palm and squeezed tightly.
The next second, his heart surged.
The marble beads didn't crush...
They directly turned into powder!
"Grip iron into mud?"
Feeling a bit confused, Jett ran to the kitchen and took out a kitchen knife.
"Let me try one last time."
Saying that, he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and swung the knife down. There was a clang, and when he opened his eyes, his hand was fine, but the thick blade had been twisted into a spiral.
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